This is a song about "Left"

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

'till there's nothin' left.

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

So here i am at the store for some chips

In the lambo looking like a fly

Your family is left wondering why

I be gettin' money

Friend after friend left me

Take the exit, the nearest left

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

And i'm left for the corrections,

One time for the 305, though

Never to the left i go

With the rest who are left

Is what i quest